The Tragicall Death of Sophonisba Written by David Mvrray |
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[Bright Angels face, the paradise of Loue]
Bright Angels face, the paradise of Loue,High stately throne where Maiesty doth shine,
Beauties Idæa, sweetnesse sweetned shrine,
Cleare heauens, wherein proud Phœbus dazlers moue,
Faire pearly rolles that staine the iuory white,
Inuironed with corroll died walles,
Sweet-nectard breath, more soft then Zephir's gales,
Heart-reauing-tongue whose speech still breeds delight,
Smooth cheekes of Rose, and Lyllies interlac'd,
Art-scorning-nose, in framing which no doubt
Nature of her whole skill plai'd bankerout.
When it in midst of such perfections plac'd.
Gold-glittering-tresses, and soules-wounding-lockes,
Onely proud eares, more deafe then flinty rockes.
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